"It's not for me to say." Rhade could go down with his ship and his secrets if he needs to. That was one of the reasons he'd been chosen by the Drago-Kazov instigators with their plan. "If the person I'm calling tells you, then I don't care."
He groans as he moves, not really caring about the shoes but more for the coat he'd been wearing. Once nice, but soaked with blood too. The pockets had things he needed.
He drowsily grabs through the contents. A wallet, a fake ID. Doesn't matter anymore. He'll clip that and discard it. The (mostly ruined) clothes are scholarly, but the wraps around his forearms guarding filed down protrusions of some sort are leather. He squints for a moment. He has no idea what he owes. Instead, he drops a couple of pieces of gold (like one could find in the fog) on the nearest stand. "I'll tell you this much. They don't like xenians."
His CiD. He pulls it out and starts to delete his send history. He doesn't know where this is. "Speaking of which, can I contact someone in my cohort to retrieve me?"
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He groans as he moves, not really caring about the shoes but more for the coat he'd been wearing. Once nice, but soaked with blood too. The pockets had things he needed.
He drowsily grabs through the contents. A wallet, a fake ID. Doesn't matter anymore. He'll clip that and discard it. The (mostly ruined) clothes are scholarly, but the wraps around his forearms guarding filed down protrusions of some sort are leather. He squints for a moment. He has no idea what he owes. Instead, he drops a couple of pieces of gold (like one could find in the fog) on the nearest stand. "I'll tell you this much. They don't like xenians."
His CiD. He pulls it out and starts to delete his send history. He doesn't know where this is. "Speaking of which, can I contact someone in my cohort to retrieve me?"